500,000 ideas run through my mind
all those ideas
and still i am blind
all those ideas
and still i am blind
as soon i find a verse
it is lost with my curse
before it can be written down
the words get mixed
and then unfound
it is lost with my curse
before it can be written down
the words get mixed
and then unfound
as i travel though out my day
the words hit me like a spray
the mist as it seems be
fogs my head
and displeases me
the words hit me like a spray
the mist as it seems be
fogs my head
and displeases me
one time they seem so good
but then they get lost and misundstood
every now and then i recall
the blues and feeling as I fall
but then they get lost and misundstood
every now and then i recall
the blues and feeling as I fall
and then when I have time to compose
i am empty from head to my toes
i get lost in my dispair
as my thoughts turn into thin air
i am empty from head to my toes
i get lost in my dispair
as my thoughts turn into thin air
i hunger to express my creativity
for who cares and would like to see
for who cares and would like to see
but there is prison that confines my thoughts
and holds me back
and holds me back
fear of rejection
the courage i lack
the courage i lack
Chronic Creativity
may not be my curse
but incomplete and random thoughts
seem so much worse
may not be my curse
but incomplete and random thoughts
seem so much worse
if I could just empty my head
have no thoughts
simply peace instead
have no thoughts
simply peace instead
yet everday the words come and go
truncated thoughts
to incomplete to....................
truncated thoughts
to incomplete to....................
